Saturday, June 20, 2009

Katie and her manners

Katie has been a regular Miss Manners these days. At a certain point, I start to feel like we're in the Brady Bunch episode where one of the kids gets to be safety monitor at school. Katie tells me "It not good manners to talk with your mouth full" or "It not good manners to put your elbows on the table." Thanks mom and dad for the Strawberry Shortcake video that put all these ideas in her head! :) Just kidding. It's really kind of cute when she does it.

She's started to tell me "Look at my face mommy." When I look, she's got her mad face on. She just wants me to know she's not happy with me for something. Just a few minutes ago she showed me her mad face because I made her stop watching her shows so she would go potty.

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About Me

Sharing the minutiae of our lives

My brother created this blog for me as a baby gift when my first was born. Coincidentally, I was thinking about starting a blog but was too tired to 1) figure out how to set one up, 2) figure out how to use it, and 3) figure out how to be a mom.

Katie was born in April of 2006. She’s sweet, a rule follower, and is very... assertive. She likes to enforce (her) rules, use scissors, and read. I clean up a lot of paper scraps and mediate between her and Jacob a lot.

Jacob came along in February of 2009. He's mischievous, silly, and so sweet. He likes to give hugs and smile. He also colors on walls and likes to use the water dispense on our fridge. I clean up a lot of water off of the floor and carpet. I’ve gotten good at rushing to the kitchen while avoiding toys and kids when I hear someone using the water dispenser. I also hope to repaint... someday.

Back in 2010 I decided to change the name of my blog to One Boy, One Girl, One Blog. Thought it had a nice ring to it.

Jackson was born in June of 2011. He likes to be cuddled and smiles at everyone (except that guy at church with the big, booming voice...). He loves to watch his brother and sister play and he'll stand next to their little table till his legs get tired. He's also sleeping in his crib all night. It's a little sad when I realize how fast he's growing up but after I lay him down for the night and I know he's not going to wake up every 3-4 hours, I'm okay with it.

So, six years and 3 kids later, after many hugs, lots of “I love mommy” pictures, waist high wall art, extensive experience identifying spills and (oh joy) cleaning them up, and falling into bed at night with a big sigh, I've kind of figured out that my sanity really depends on my ability to relax and do a lot of laughing. And to (try to) let go of any thoughts of perfection I may have had at one time.